Its been days..when Maa used to wait..
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She used to spend hours in the chair..
Restlessly,
saying.."its been a tiring day" with her sleepy eyes all wide open.
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She used to spend hours in the chair..
Impatiently,
singing all the vintage stories in her shrilling melodies.
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She used to spend hours in the chair..
Worryingly,
reading her agelong dusty book and
weaving that snugly blue sweater from the thickest threads.
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She used to spend hours in the chair..
Anxiously,
laying her head on the back of the chair while watching the dusky ceiling grow old.
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She used to spend hours in the chair..
Eagerly,
looking through the window everytime the door made a tinkling.
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She used to spend hours in the chair..
with those wrinkled hands and a wet handkerchief..
and with those thin grey hair and the dried cheeks..
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She used to spend hours in the chair..
Waiting.
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But now the chair is calm.
It smiles, when the swinging breeze brings the sound of her stories and
it soothes, when the dazzling sunshine brings the touch of her warmth. .
But now, the chair is silent.
the door is rusted and the ceiling has fallen down.
But now, the chair is peaceful.
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it still has the dusty book..still.. unfinished.
Oh! but the blue sweater is still my favourite.
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Its been days..
when Maa used to wait.
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